Stir crazy

I've been dealing with an infected incision, changing dressings and monitoring healing which makes me sick to my stomach, and having to take it easier than a regular C-section recoverer. No walks around the block, limited trips up and down the stairs, and not picking up anything heavier than Miss Eleanor. I'm a naturally lazy person so these orders would seem to suit me, but instead I'm going stir crazy. Top it off with non-functioning cable/Internet, and Nang has joined my stir crazy train (Sunday at noon was a sad sight around here with no football). We are both pouty puppies.
Ellie's only 8 days old, but this little peanut is making it all not feel so bad.